NEW VERSION
I do not want to believe what could
Generate beyond the chaos, new version
In a world where I can since then
Living in this rare emotion harvest.
While the fantasy numbs me
The eye shape coming days
And it most likely denial
Express how much in pain looms.
I abutment, on a hope and having nothing,
Only time rude and ugly
What remains in these whole disappointments.
The eyes meaningless or horizon,
The sun does not actually emerges,
The days between so many errors, damage ...
MARCOS LOURES
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